I've never enjoyed carving pumpkins. I don't like the smell. I don't like the goo. I don't like the mess. I don't like being afraid I'm going to slip with a knife and cut my finger off. As a kid, because of my aversion to pumpkin carving, we painted our pumpkins, and that was just fine by me.
But not so for Two Little Girls. Carving pumpkins is a tradition that we must take part in, if you ask them.
And so, we did.
We held our noses. We braved the goo.
We managed not to sever any appendages.
And we carved pumpkins.
I'm so glad this particular tradition is over for the year! It's a shame I couldn't convince them to go back to carving turnips. That seems a lot less... gooey.